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Hook:Games people play (I wanna know) Games people play (why the brothers be playin` them games)Verse 1:Here comes the man of the hour Never catch me fuckin` with cowards Rock men from Thug Life to High PoweredBlazin` trees Chinese chicks to LebanizeAcross seas me and Big Frank be pickin` up keysSieze the opportunity to freeze MCsRecognize who be gettin` that cheese pleaseI see you watchin` me like WhitenourYou gettin` power Chickens gassin` you thinkin` your clique is as big as oursLong time no beef on the streetsAin`t nothing sweet I still walk around packin` heatYou pose no threat you get yourself soakin` wet Vibes from the mac and the techAnd what we be doin` chumps uptown we call them push upsPushed about a thousand grills shit is real (yeah)I leave no evidence cat`s ain`t been heard from ever sinceAnd officer, those ain`t my fingerprintsDown low I`m scary slide to the back of this City-O cash flow is miraculousMark what I say somebodys got to payMy clique walk around sick like Doc HolidayHook (x2)Niggas got a lot of gamesVerse 2:A-yo blaze something quick So recognize who ya fuckin` withI`m gettin` bricks runnin` with ColombiansWhile you punk motherfuckers starve on a block I`m drivin` around spots gettin` mad propsFuck standin` on the ave gettin` cash (what?)That`s all in the past I graduated fromt he class (yeah)Every thug get a chance to be the manI got mines and now this nigga`s pissin` in they pants (ha ha)They scared to death they know it`s real hereI murder niggas if not I have them rollin` in a wheel chairI dare a nigga to step up i bet his t-shirt his sweaterHave holes from my nine berettaI`m not the one for the postin` up shitI toast you up quick I have you floatin` in the oceanI get down like that cause I have to in the Big AppleMany niggas try to cap you, for nothin`Niggas be frontin` for fame they don`t know the gameAll they want to do is leave blood stainsThat`s why I keep my gat cocked and steady Like Teddy I keep it on my waistline readyI`m deadly like Freddie Kruger but fuck the clawsI`m strickly steppin` to ya niggas with the ruegers"I need my shit kid" that be rapidly repeatedThe more shots the more my enemy starts retreatin`So back the fuck up I`m blowin` niggas out the frameMaintain before you get a bullet in your brainI`m that insain nigga from the Money Makin`All you niggas fakin` I`m a leave your body shakin`HookThe streets ain`t no gameRock City will let `em knowVerse 3:Now yo fuck the radio and fuck the airplayI`m strickly underground sayin` what I want to sayIt doesn`t matter if I`m hurt or notI`m a wreck shop my way and still get propsThat`s my word shit is gettin` real with these criticsThey always talk about a nigga lyrics I ain`t tryin`t to hear itEveryday the industry is gettin` realerSort of like that crack shit being done by the dealerBrothers gettin` paid under the table Labels already knowin` who they want to be stableBut fuck it I`m still gonna try to bring the ruckusI`m comin` through your town Ill Man with the CutlassI saw a lot of niggas fail oh wellThey mad cause I`m everlasting like a DuracellBattery don`t try to battle meMy mentality is gettin` salaries is all realityHook

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